Pious men of every faith, sanyasins of ten
divisions, theists of all denominations, god-intoxicated men of every land, and
aesthetes of every category in their characteristic out-fit, with respective
religious marks on foreheads, mumbling the names of gods in their own languages
greet our eyes throughout the road to this divine spot.
As
you walk on the Canal Centenary Bridge, commanding a beautiful view of ghats,
connecting the oval-shaped-Clock Tower Annexe, around which the giggling Ganga,
flows in majestic hurry, you observe to your hearts content the enchanting
sight of Siwalik range of mountains on either side, adorned with the imposing
shrines of the Goddess Chandi on the left summit, Manasadevi on the right, and
just down below at the foot of hills the much-hallowed Har-Ki-Pairi temple,
enshrining God Hari's foot prints, and several other
small, yet sublime ones dedicated to other highly adorable deities. Standing
near the Clock Tower, if you turn your head any side, nothing but huge
concourses of people fully immersed in devotional acts,
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